- Jan 23, 2024
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Cragpelt struts along the riverbank, enjoying every single bit of his newfound freedom as a fresh warrior. His snow-dipped tail flicks with the confidence of a cat who knows (or, thinks) he looks cool. The river gurgles beside him, still freezing cold but bursting with newleaf life. Honestly, he can relate to it. Once so tense and stressed, now he is able to relax, like ice melting into fluid, warm water. No more training. No more waiting. Just Cragpelt, RiverClan warrior, doing very important border patrol things.
When a fresh scent meets his parted jaws, he slows, ears pricking as his mismatched gaze scans the opposite shore. Movement, then a flash of golden fur. The tricolored tom stops short, eyes widening for just a second before he schools his expression into something way more composed. Meadowpaw. It's been moons since he last saw her. She looks…different, but the same. She's grown up. I have, too. Is she still the confident, bubbly thing he remembers, he wonders? He remembers thinking she was…actually pretty cool, for a ThunderClanner. Really pretty, too. Not that he'd ever admit that. He's a warrior now. He's got standards.
Still, his paws move before he really thinks about it, carrying him to the water's edge. He tilts his head, smirking just slightly. "Well, well, if it isn't Meadowpaw!" He flicks his tail toward the border, raising a brow. "You're not lost, are you? Because I'd love to be the one to escort you back - purely out of the goodness of my heart, of course. I can never leave a damsel in distress." Oh, stars, was that flirting that left his maw? Okay, fine, maybe it was. But it's not like I'd actually see anything in a ThunderClanner! He isn't his mother!
// @Meadowfur